No More The Don's Broken Doll Novels & Stories

“I’ll donate his fucking oysters before I let that happen.” “Shit, I’d donate my oysters before living with a pregnant Dom.” Whip said. “No offense, my love.” Jax suddenly started laughing. “I love you, sis, but I’m imagining you killing the doctor who tells you that your pregnant.” “I can see me doing that.” She told her brother. “Can we vote? I got bitches downstairs to play with.” Dom was referring to the mother and her three daughters who broke into Nessie and Knuckles rooms. They destroyed the rooms and the cut of a prospect that Nessie had befriended before his death. Everything else she brushed off as replaceable.

The doll is gone. I glance around frantically, scanning the room for any sign of it. My hands tremble as I turn to a passing server. “Excuse me, did you see a doll here? It was right on this table.” The server shakes her head apologetically. “No, ma’am. I didn’t notice anything.” A cold sweat breaks out across my skin as I glance around, desperate. My pulse pounds in my ears, the weight of Serena’s words ringing in my mind: If anything happens to your doll, you’ll be disqualified from the court. No exceptions." Whoever took it knew this. They wanted me out. Oh, shit.

When his body hit the ground wrong and pain tore through him, I’d known instantly that I had succeeded. He hadn’t suspected me then. That came later. His room had been quiet in the way only powerful men’s deaths were; machines humming, guards standing too still, the air thick with inevitability. He’d looked smaller in that bed. Fragile. The Don reduced to a body waiting to fail. He’d known. Not immediately. But when I stood at his side, when he searched my face for the son he’d never truly accepted, something shifted behind his eyes. So I finished it.

the Don started, reaching out a trembling hand. I drew my weapon and fired a single shot. The bullet tore through the floorboards precisely between the Don’s feet. He shrieked, stumbling backward against the banister. Enzo fell to his knees, his hands covering his head. “I don’t listen to tenants,” I hissed, and stepped over the bullet hole, the barrel of my gun now leveled at the bridge of the Don’s nose. “You sold me a boy you had already broken. You used him as a shield and an ashtray, and then you tried to kill him in my home. That is a breach of contract that can only be settled in blood.”

I paid back—" Sofia cut me off, "Elena, you're too impulsive. A personality like that will only bring you trouble—it's not good. "As the Donna of the Moretti family, you should be elegant and composed, free from impatience and arrogance. This kind of attachment to material things is unacceptable. I tore this place down for your own good." With that, Sofia pressed a button on the remote control in her hand. An explosion sounded in the distance. "No!" My voice broke with anguish as I lunged forward and grabbed the controller.

"You should have done what they told you. You should have left the country. You should have just died." "Some used-up whore is going to be the Donna? It's a joke." The old Don frowned and signaled for someone to close the door on her. I trimmed a cigar for him and handed it over. "I hear you like Cohibas." He took it. Lit it. The red tip lit up his face in flickers. After a while: "I underestimated you. That was my mistake. Did you come back to take your revenge?" He looked up. Smiled. "Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them."

The white glow reflected off her rosy, luminous little face—so soothing and adorable. He reached out and ruffled Dolly’s downy hair. “My little princess, buying another necklace for your dolls again?” Dolly didn’t even lift her head. “Of course not. My dolls don’t need necklaces. Every single one of them already has ten. I’m buying one for…” She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She had bought ten necklaces for each of her dolls, but she had never bought one for her mom. Dolly looked up at Donald with her big round eyes. “Daddy, do you remember Mommy’s birthday?”

He said. "Yes, sir. "Doctor followed him quickly. He strode fast toward his room and settled her on the mattress. He stepped back. He was watching her with worried eyes while the doctor was treating her, "Is she alright? "He asked. "Yes, sir. She got minor injuries." the doctor said. "Daddy! Daddy! "Sienna came into his room running holding a smile on her lips. She stopped near him. Unknown what was happening here. "I want a new doll daddy. It broke. "She cutely said and extended her both hands above, showing him a broken doll.

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

Lily's mother was feeling sad and worried one afternoon thinking about her daughter who had been missing for over a month. She had heard some noises coming from Don's room and because everyone else wasn't around, she decided to go check herself. She found Don looking very sad and thinking about doing something very drastic. Don's eyes showed pain, and his face looked full of sadness as he brought a small knife to his neck. He was kneeling facing the mirror, and his cheeks were soaked with tears.